Harvest Moon: Campfire Smoke and Bay Rum Perfume Oil
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Didn’t he ramble
… he rambled
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… in and out of town
Didn’t he ramble
… didn’t he ramble
He rambled till the butcher cut him down.His feet was in the market place
his head was in the street
Lady pass him by, said
look at the market meat
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and said I wish you well
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Didn’t he ramble
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Ole groundhog gonna be shakin yo’ hand.Didn’t he ramble
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… didn’t he ramble
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lord
… ’till the butcher shot him down.Bittersweet bay rum, bourbon, and a host of funeral flowers with a touch of graveyard dirt, magnolia and Spanish Moss.





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